Secret Love (Boyxboy) (l.s)

Chapter 6

APRIL 28, 2014
I am directed into the office again. I sit in the same chair, surrounded by the same walls, confronted by the same person.

"Harry, how are you this week?" Anne asks. The same questions.

"I don't know. I'm okay, I guess. But I still miss him. I'll always miss him."

"And would you like to continue your story?" She asks.

I nod.

MAY 23, 2010

It was the first dinner I had with his mum, and the last. He had long-since told me about his father leaving him, and of how his mum had never found anyone else, but still had plenty of money to keep her afloat. I was a bit nervous. Louis and I were going to tell her of our relationship, and how it had progressed, which was slightly terrifying. I had even dressed nice, well for me. I wore a white button down, through which you could see my tattoos, and black skinny jeans.

I knocked on the door and Louis was the first to open. He wore a blue sweater and khakis, his hair pushed from his face. His eyes shown brightly, scanning my body from head to toe.

"Harry, wow. You look..... wow," he said.

"As do you," I said. I came inside and kissed him on the cheek, his mum being in the kitchen. He lead me to the dining room, and he showed me my chair at the small square table. I sat down and played absent-mindedly with the hem of the table cloth, Louis in the kitchen to fetch his mum. They returned moments later, large bowls of foods of all sorts in their hands.

"Hello, Harry. It's a pleasure to see you again," Mrs. Tomlinson said.

"The pleasure is all mine," I said, standing to shake her hand when she put the bowls down on the table. We then all sat back down and began eating, making small dinner conversation.

"So, Harry," she asked, "What do you do?"

"I don't do much, really. But I'm working to get into a publishing company. I'd like to read manuscripts, edit them and such," I answered, looking to Lou for reassurance. He smiled a small smile at me. A wave of relief flooded through me. That was all it took, that one little smirk.

"Well, I'm sure you'll get it," she said, a condescending undertone in her voice.

"Thank you," I said.

She nodded. There was a silence for a bit, and then Louis spoke up.

"Haz, why don't you tell Mum about your books?" He said.

"Books?" She asked.

"No, I'm sure you don't want to be bore-" I began.

"Nonsense, tell me about them."

"I dabble-"

"Harry writes short stories. He has three whole books of all of them. They're beautiful really," Louis cut me off.

I chuckled.

"Lou has given me entirely too much credit."

"I'm sure no credit was given that wasn't necessary."

She looked between the two of us with a suspicious eye. She was on to us.

"Lou?" She asked.

I cleared my throat and looked to him. It was time.

"Mum," Louis began, "Harry and I are-"

"No," she said, "Don't say it. It'll only make it more real. There is no way my son is dating another man. It's just not plausible. Our reputation will be spoiled. I forbid it."